But writing that status changed the way I think about the concept of taking care of myself. I wrote it because I needed to give myself permission to "indulge." That day was the first Saturday morning I’d had to myself in months, and although there was a whole list of fiddly little things I could’ve done—emails about my upcoming move, groceries, phone calls to several doctors and to insurance company—I didn’t want to do any of it. So I nestled into my bed, opened my computer, and wrote that status in second person, telling everyone I knew that they had permission to stay in bed so that I could have permission to stay in bed.